The Secound Choice's
Nine

The largest mosque in Europe is now one of the places that must be visited by Syifa. Like finding an oasis in a barren field, the girl felt that this was the path God had shown for her to correct and also to calm herself from her unrelenting turmoil.

Twice a week or just once, it means so much to him. Gradually his knowledge of the religion he adopted from birth was increasing, and again gathering with shaleh people is one of the drugs to preach his heart that began to be treated.

The Turkish Islamic community, although some of them are people of origin or descent from there, does not make Syifa inferior to the state of his nose that even a quarter is not on their appeal.

"Anna, I go home first huh? my friend is waiting ahead!" syifa said farewell to the woman who first greeted him at the Koln Grand Mosque.

"Oh, is Natasha here yet?" ask Anna

"Yes, it was half an hour ago."

"Why don't you just come in here!"

"He still doesn't want to. I'm first yeah ...." Syifa shook Anna's hand, a typical hand post known only to the people of one community of women in wide headscarves around the world.

"Wait a minute, Fa. What about the sermon? I was quite overwhelmed even now that I had gotten to the shame phase that Ustadz Hanan was asking about it!

Mm ... The fa! You still like men, don't you?!" anna's face looked tense, then a second later changed holding back a laugh.

"You're! I'm still normal!" Syifa pinched Anna's stomach, they were always mocking each other like that. In the campus also they often meet and walk together with Natasha as well of course.

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"I'm sorry, Shay. Lama ..." said Syifa so close to Natasha.

"It's okay. I was accompanied by my friend who I told you about!"

"Which one?"

"That one! Indonesian also ... I want to introduce you guys but he hastily left earlier!"

"Oh, there's business possible!" Syifa had been looking to the right and left, actually she was also curious how the friend of Natasya who she always told me about.

"Come, Fa. I don't want to lose another chance! It's the last day!" Natasha clasped Syifa's hand which was still in curious mode.

"Yes! Aye! Oh Allah ... there are still many stocks, Yes. Don't be afraid of running out. If it runs out most next month there is another discount!"

"Have you forgotten that next month I'm going back to Russia?"

"Oh yes! Hm .. wait until I finish my education here too! Would you leave me alone, brother!" Syifa whined

"Since when have I been your sister!" natasya answered but smiled

"Since today! yes .. yes, yes, yes." rayu Syifa, sifay manjanya looks that sign Syifa is really comfortable with Natasha, she is not just a friend but also already like her brother

"Don't tell me, Fa. You know I'm the most unbearable person!

But take it easy, I'll introduce you to my friend who lives here. I hope you fit in with him and hopefully he can be your ex's replacement! And I'll go quietly!"

"Hush! why speak like someone who wants to die!!"

"What?! Who?"

"You!" Syifa and Natasha again hugged, the taxi driver they were riding smiling at their behavior from behind the rearview mirror.

"If we could always meet, Sha.

Thank you for wanting to be my friend both happy and sad." Syifa became melancholic, there would probably be no woman in this world who would not be sad if they would part with someone they already loved.

"Hm ... how about a man who wants to meng .. meng, what's his name?"

"Hitabah!"

"Hm .. That, Kitbah!"

"Pake 'H', Sha. The sermon!"

"Whatever ... how?" Natasha curious

"I haven't seen his profile yet! Don't want ah .. no pantes! There are still many other women in the community that I follow for the sermon. They prayed, closing the aura of worship is amazing! what am I .. hijab is still put up like this!"

"It's not wrong if they want to teach you. Try to occasionally see the picture read his profile who knows you like it so see it, do not be sorry later!"

"Au ah! tell that story!" Syifa threw away her face, the view from the car window made her smile and immediately gave the taxi driver an order to pull over.

"I'm all over first! I'm really lucky to have Indonesian cuisine here!" Syifa pointed at the dining hall across the street.

"Tempeh Hof! I love tempeh! wait here! I'll be back!" Syifa closed the door of the taxi and ran with enthusiasm across.

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"Excuse me! Good afternoon!" Syifa greeted the narrow-eyed woman and greeted her kindly.

"There's a tempe here, mba?" ask Syifa in German.

"Of course, Mba. We provide various types of tempe here. Just choose what it will be like." The woman named Cessie gave me a menu book.

Syifa also chose a few, while waiting for Syifa to pull a wooden material chair and sit on it while looking around the stall.

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"It's all from scrap, Mba?!" Syifa did not believe in hearing Cessie's plea

"Gee, great! it's even better than the original!"

"Hm ... Thank you, sometimes the material that has been recycled is even more beautiful than the initial appearance." replied Cessie.

"Well! here's the message. May his longing with his hometown be treated with this yes, Mba. And here I get a hodgepodge bonus for mba."

"Oh, Optimized. Hopefully yes, Mba." Syifa laughed crisply, then said goodbye to the woman.

Syifa very excited to bring a papperbag with the name of the outlet earlier.

"Ye .. ye, eat tempeh!!" syifa said cheerfully. The owner smiled at him

"Hopefully it fits her taste, Mba" said the woman, she waved her hand and Syifa did the same.

The girl was amazed to see the face of the owner of the shop that changed, Syifa also saw Natasya calling from across there.

Ciiiiiit! Oh gubraaaak!!!

A loud clashing sound seized everyone around there, though,

"Shyifa! Good Lord! Tolooong ...." Natasha held Syifa's head in her arms, and blood had flooded almost all over her head.

"Fa! The fa! defense, Fa. Open your eyes!!" Syifa closed her eyes withstanding the pain in her head and all over her body. The girl bounced off after the silver-colored car hit her at high speed.

"God .." said the girl so softly, along with her eyes that completely closed perfectly. Syifa lost consciousness.

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"Shyfa!!!"

"Astaghfirullahal'adzhim ...." The man spit to the left. The woman next to him woke up

"Nightmare again, Mum?" he asked, the man nodded

"Dream doctor again?" the woman continued, the man next to her nodded again. In the man's eye fertilizers have pooled clear liquid that is ready to spill.

"Let's pray. We pray together, hopefully nothing bad happens to the doctor." Yoli pulled her husband's hand out of bed. Fauzi held his wife's hand.

"I'm okay, Mom. Come on!" bring Yoli back, her smile is so sincere. Yoli knew everything. Her husband told her all about her and Syifa. Beyond suspicion, Yoli actually accepted and understood what had happened. It's amazing that girl chose to survive.

"Everybody has a past. Me too! The past also cannot be repeated, regret is also of no use. Wishing is something in vain, which will make us become infuriated over all the favors God has given."

Yoli's recitation was so ingrained in Fauzi's heart that the man began to open up, at least being a friend was not a bad start.

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